I used to be the same way. My hair cuts consisted on a trash can and a set of Oster dog clippers. Buzz it off to the skin and slap on a hat. Repeat monthly. The wife hated it, always did. She begged me to let it grow out 'just a little', then all but demanded I stop shaving it. So I did. I haven't cut it since August, it's touching my shoulders now. I thought to myself, "well, maybe if I look like a long haired hippie, she will change her mind". Eeeehhhhhh! Wrong! Now she thinks I look like one of the Robertson clan (Duck dynasty) to which she is of the opinion that 'Jace is a fine looking fella, and Si is a very cute old man.'
Defiance is a funny thing. It'll blow up in your face if you ain't careful. Oh well, I save money of shavin soap and razors. LOL